Wednesday, April 12, 2006

"So She Huffed and Puffed..."

...and fell down on the grass after the soccer game. :)

Holy cow, am I out of shape! At Lu's soccer game yesterday, the refs didn't show up (again). So as the veteran Soccer Mom on the team, I volunteered to be one of the line judges.

Big mistake for a heading-towards-middle-age-mom.

Running back and forth and back and forth and quick sprinting from one end of the field to the other on fast breakaways multiple times in 10 minutes isn't exactly easy when the most regular exercise you get is going up and down the stairs at work.

And here I used to think I was in pretty good shape for my age. Well, maybe I am. But then again, if I'm that winded after a single soccer game, maybe it's time to improve my definition of what I think "pretty good shape" is...

I've been considering taking the line judging ref classes for awhile now, thinking that it wouldn't be too difficult to be a line judge for my kids' games when they need a ref in a pinch. Now I'm realizing that I'd better start doing some more cardio if I'm going to be doing this on any type of regular basis!

There's obviously more to being in "pretty good shape" than fitting in your size 10 jeans, I guess. Who knows... maybe after running a full season of line judging, I'll fit back into my pre-pregnancy size 8. After all, miracles have been known to happen!

Monday, April 10, 2006

I'm Nuts... That's All There Is To It

I did something totally and completely crazy last Thursday. It's so crazy that I can't even spill it on a blog. Well, maybe I can-- in a year or so. By then hopefully enough time will have passed so it won't be as major of a thing, and I'll feel comfortable enough sharing it online with the whole world.

Heehee!

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Hrumph!

Okay, so I put my first two scrapbook pages up on eBay. They did miserably.

Darnit.

Ron came to the rescue during the last few minutes of the auctions, saying that he couldn't see me spending that many hours on the pages and not getting at least a decent price for them, so he put in the high bids for each set of pages. What a nice guy! So I just relisted them last night with a higher minimum bid to at least try to get my money/time's worth out of them.

I was really hoping that I could get a good side business going from home to help supplement my income. Oh, well. Maybe I just need to get a name for myself on eBay like some of the other scrappers have. The question is whether or not it's worth it.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Please Hit Me-- I Need the Aggravation!

I swear I have a target painted on the back of every vehicle I drive. Sheesh.

I got rear-ended *again*. I haven't even had this one long enough to get plates on it! I am SO tired of getting in car accidents... you know it's pretty sad when I've been in so many car accidents that I can't tell you what # accident this is...

In other news, it looks like Ron and I are back together again. I'm still not exactly sure how it happened, but it did. And I'm okay with it. Ever since seeing E.C. this last time, I've been able to put that relationship completely to rest. He no longer tugs on my heartstrings. So now that I'm back together with Ron, things seem different. I don't know how to explain it, but it just *is*.

Love is confusing.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Oy, I'm Tired!

And it's only Wednesday....

My two co-workers are gone, and I'm the lone person holding down this joint. One is on vacation, and the other is out with a kidney infection. No telling when he'll be back...

Nothing like doing the work of three people to make you appreciate all the more that Friday is more than halfway here!

I get to coach my daughter's recreation league indoor soccer team again tonight. I kind of fell into it by default on another night because I happen to be the only parent who knows all the other player's names (besides the coach). So the coach has to be out of town on business for the entire tournament (Wednesday/Thursday/Saturday), and it looks like I'll be taking over.

Soccer Mom to the rescue!

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Here Goes Nothing

I'm putting my first two sets of scrapbook pages up on eBay today. Wish me luck in selling them for big buck$. :) If you're interested in seeing my scrapbooking style, this is what I do:


And here is the "cutsie" one I did with chicks and bunnies:

I'll keep y'all posted on how the eBay-ing goes!

Monday, March 20, 2006

Weekend of the Ex-Boyfriends

On Friday night, I saw my old boyfriend, E.C. You'd think that 5 months of not seeing him (and having another boyfriend in the meantime!) would make being around him again easier. Fat chance. I guess he'll probably be one of those guys I'll always be in love with. *sigh* My single friend Jamie says about guys like E.C., "They're the ones who you love with all your heart, but you could never live with on a day to day basis." She's right. Living with E.C. would drive me absolutely batty after a few months. It's amazing how much I still yearn to be with him though. But I resisted successfully this weekend, even though he invited me to watch a movie with him at his house Friday night.

Saturday night, it was Ron's turn. I told him that I was ready to end the romantic part of our relationship. He took it pretty hard, as I figured he would. Even though he knew it was eventually coming, he really didn't want our relationship, as it stood, to end. Now we're diving into the murky waters of "Let's be friends". We'll see how that goes. I know that from my end, I'll be able to do it (I wasn't totally, completely head-over-heels in love with him), but since he was completely smitten with me, I don't think it's going to be easy for him. I really feel for him, I do! I know exactly what he's going through, 'cause I was on the receiving end of this exact same thing at the end of last summer. It sucks rocks.

I know it was the right thing to do for me (I'm feeling like a huge burden was lifted off my shoulders today), yet I'm in the 'second guessing myself' mode right now. I mean, Ron is a *really* decent guy. You don't find those too often in my dating age group, y'know? So I have to have faith that there's someone better for me out there...

I know when I talk to my best friend Carol across the street about the breakup, I'll probably end up asking the question I've asked her multiple times over the past year and a half: "Tell me why it was I wanted to start dating again?!?" :)

Friday, March 17, 2006

Awesome Website

This has got to be one of the coolest websites ever. I found it Monday morning, and have spent (wasted? LOL!) a lot of time playing around with it this week.

http://www.babynamewizard.com/namevoyager/lnv0105.html

Type in a name. Any name. And then see the popularity trends over the past 100+ years of its usage. There's an interesting blog associated with the site, too, if you're like me and appreciate trivial pieces of information that are fascinating. :)

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Life

Okay, so I've been really lax about writing lately. I've been up to my eyeballs in scrapbooking stuff (I have finished one complete 2-page layout, it's really cute, and ready to post to eBay this weekend), shuttling kids to soccer games and practices, work has been ultra-busy, watching American Idol (Taylor made the top 12!), painting Kayla's bedroom, etc. All convenient excuses not to write, I know... :)

Last night, I had to put a new doorknob on my bedroom door-- one with a keyed lock. My mascara went mysteriously 'missing' again, and the only one who uses my makeup without asking is Shandy. This time, though, it didn't reappear. I'm tired of her taking my stuff (makeup, clothes, little things that are mine that she decides she wants...). So my door was locked as I left this morning. Now I have to figure out how I'm going to keep someone from coming into my room from the bay window door, which is accessible with the housekey (as it's the outside door lock). I'm sure that if she really wants in my room, she'll go in through that way. It's pretty sad that I'm having to lock my room up. It's even sadder that Kayla's new room that's almost finished in the basement will also need a keyed lock for the same reason.

I still don't know what to do with that child. She's a completely different teen than I was... I mean, I was interested in earning my parents' trust so I could have the car keys, y'know? I wanted a job so I could earn money, and in turn go do and buy the things I wanted. And to do that, my parents had to trust me. I can't do that with Shandy right now.

So here's an upcoming dilemma-- my brother is planning on giving Shandy his old car on her 16th birthday. How do you go about enforcing driving 'privileges' when the kid owns the car? Insist on a copy of the key and get "The Club"? Mileage checks?

Maybe the aliens will bring back her totally sweet nature in the next few months.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Earning Extra Ca$h

I've decided I'm gonna earn some extra cash (which we sorely need) by doing some...

...scrapbooking.

Yes, me. Don't laugh. I know I'm not your typical scrapbooker. I do have an art/design background, though, and honestly-- that's all it takes. Some of you reading this know that I've done pretty good for myself so far in this arena. Here's my scrapbooking life so far:

My best friend Carol across the street works for Simple Scrapbooks Magazine. Since Kayla likes to scrapbook, Carol would bring by extra copies of the magazine for Kayla to have. I'd flip through them while talking to her, and critique the layouts in the mag, rolling my eyes at the lousy designs I'd see, horrible color combinations people would pick out, etc. etc. etc. Every once in awhile, I'd see a layout I'd like. Finally, in exasperation with my 'pickiness', Carol exclaimed, "Fine! If you think it's so easy, let's see *you* do a layout and sell it to the magazine!"

I took her up on the challenge. I sold my first 3 layouts to Simple. Then, they were having this album contest... I'd never done an album before, so I decided I'd enter one. I took second place in the category I entered it in. Ha! And then Simple contracted with me to write an article for them. So me, Ms. Non-Crafty, wrote an article for a cutsey-crafty magazine. Go figure!

Anyway, back to the $$$ part... I was looking on eBay at premade scrapbook pages. Women are selling these things for big bucks! I mean, who in their right mind pays $230 for a two-page Easter layout, for crying out loud?!? Baby, let me in on the cash!

I spent all day Saturday perusing craft and scrapbooking stores for cutsey crap. I plan on making about 6 double-page layouts to sell before Easter. Wish me luck. I'll keep y'all updated on how they sell!

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Awesome Saturday

This last Saturday was a good day.

I got my "new" car finally... I really wanted another Cherokee, but I settled for a Pathfinder. The kids think it's "cooler" because it has a sunroof and leather seats. I'm twitching because my car payment went up. I miss my Jeep! Stupid black ice...

After many years, Tap Dogs came to town!!! [http://www.tapdogs.co.uk] Awesome experience, well worth the $$ to go see. Ron and I got great seats-- first row balcony, left side, almost near the center. Way too cool.

We ate Thai food afterwards, which I haven't done for ages. I opened the menu, and immediately knew what I had to order. I mean, how on earth can you resist an entree choice named, "Evil Jungle Princess Chicken"? It was a zesty peanut-red curry with chicken, long beans, vegetables, mint and Thai basil. I ate it over brown rice, and enjoyed every minute my mouth was on exquisite fire. Yum!

It was fun to dress up... not often I get to wear a fancy black dress and high heels. I think I clean up pretty good. Ron looks very handsome in his black slacks (which show off his magnificently tight butt) and long leather trenchcoat. He was looking very Matrix-y that night. :)

I definitely need more Saturdays like this in my life.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Mean Mom Strikes Again

I woke Shandy up at the usual 6:00am. She finally rolls out of bed close to 6:55am. Her bus comes just before 7:15am. Starting at 7:00am, she starts asking me about getting a ride to school. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I am not going to give her a ride, that she knows if she misses the bus, she gets to walk to school. She doesn't say anything else to me until after 7:15, when she does actually miss the bus.

Then the bargaining phase begins. "I'll do the dishes when I get home." "I'll wash the kitchen floor." "I'll clean the family room." "I'll clean the family room, the kitchen, and the front room." "Just tell me what you want me to do!"

"Shandy, what I want you to do is start walking to school."

"Mooooooooommmmm!!!! I can't be late!"

Ummmm... guess what, Shandy? I need to be on time for work, too. And I've been late to work over 10 times in the past 2 months because I've taken you to school due to you missing the bus. The last 5 times I agreed to the bargaining terms set out, and the last 3 of those times, you didn't fulfill your end of the bargain.

The lying starts. "Today is the orchestra tour. I'll miss the bus if I'm not on time!" I look at her and respond with, "Well, maybe you should have thought of that at 6am this morning when I woke you up." "But I didn't hear you wake me up this morning!" :::sigh::: "Shandy, we held a short conversation this morning after I woke you up."

Anger phase: "Fine! I'd rather stay home today than walk to school and deal with this!" as she yells and stomps down the hall. "So you're choosing to sluff school today, then?" I call after her.

Begging phase: "PLEASE!!! My knee hurts from paintballing this weekend, and I don't want to walk to school on it! I'll do *anything* if you'll just take me this morning!"

Guilt trip phase: "Why won't you do this? Why are you so horrible and mean? Why won't you at least let me pay for the gas like Mrs. Jones does for her boys when they miss the bus? Why won't you give me just one more chance? I promise it will NEVER happen again!" (The last two sentences are repeats of the past 5+ times she missed the bus.)

I sigh as I'm getting in the car to leave. "Shandy.... I am tired of having to be the one to bail you out because you choose to make poor time choices."

Parting shot: "But you're my MOM!" And the door slams.

Yes, Shandy... I *am* your mom. And as your mom, I want you to learn personal responsiblity for your actions. I want you to learn that every action (or inaction) has a consequence attached, either good or bad. I want you to learn how to be a good, functioning young adult who doesn't expect the world to cater to them and then be surprised when life doesn't work that way.

In other words, I love you. I want what is best for you. I hope someday you can see that.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Clean Bill of Health

I went for my follow-up visit today with the Infectious Diseases specialist (Mr. Cheery "You know you could have died!" smiling-all-the-while guy). My thumb looks really good, and even though there is some residual soreness/tenderness, it looks as if the 4 rounds of heavy-duty antibiotics have done the trick.

(Note to anyone reading this blog entry: I highly recommend not contracting an aggressive Strep A infection, a.k.a. the "flesh eating bacteria". It is NOT a fun experience.)

So even though it's pretty plain that I caught it here at work, Workers Comp is (at this point) denying my claim because this is an infection that can be 'caught anywhere in the community'. :::grumble::: The ER doctors who saw me on the first day forgot to mention the fact that this was most likely a work-related injury in their dictation. Now I've got to go back and track one of them down to see if they will amend their medical report. What a pain...

I'll tell you one thing, though-- I'd much rather be dealing with this pain than being dead, which is what could have very easily happened to me. That was the first time I was ever really and truly scared to lose my life. And it's not that I'm scared to die-- it's that I'm scared to die and leave my girls without a sane parent in the world to raise them. I cannot even begin to imagine what hell their lives would become if Pierre were to gain custody of the children in the event of my death.

So I made a deal with God. I'm not allowed to die until my kids are raised. D'you think He will agree? :)

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Violence Isn't The Answer

...or is it?

I might get a call from the principal's office today about Lu, my 5th grader. She called me yesterday after school, in tears... she had gotten in a fight on the way home on the school bus.

There's a 6th grade boy who has been harassing her (and others) since the beginning of the school year, pretty much daily. For the most part, she just ignores him, puts up with it, uses non-violent ways of dealing with him, etc. But yesterday, he started sexually harassing her, and she snapped. According to Violet (who gleefully re-enacted the whole scene for me), Lu grabbed this kid's hair, yanked him towards her, put him in a headlock, and proceeded to punch the living tar out of the kid.

I asked Lu if he had tried to fight back; she said yes, but that he never did land anything on her because, "I know how to duck, Mom".

So what do you tell your kid when something like this happens? My co-worker (male), when hearing the story, burst out laughing and said, "Good for her! But you don't want to 'high five' her when you get home..." I did have a talk with her about how violence isn't the answer, that we should use other means and ways to solve our differences, etc., but I have to admit that secretly I'm glad she (literally) took matters into her own hands. She's been the object of much teasing and ridicule this year... I have a feeling that after the school rumor mill does its thing today, kids won't be bugging her half as much as they did before.

And I bet that Mr. 6th Grade Bully won't be harassing her (or the other girls) on the bus from now on. At least for awhile...

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

I'm A Little Teapot

I lost my temper last night, probably the worst I've ever lost it. My patience limit was reached, breached, and overrun in a pretty bad way. I guess I let frustration rule...

Shandy pushed one too many of my buttons. I was tired of the war zone she creates in our home, I was tired of her blatant lying, I was tired of her stealing my and her sisters' things, I was just plain tired of all the contention and anger and disrespect.

However, there was some good that came out of the whole mess... she and I had a LONG talk afterwards. We discussed issues, aired a lot of grievances, and cleared up misconceptions. She has come to the realization that she probably could use some help re: counseling services. I pitched the idea of residential treatment to her (I've been checking into a local program here that looks very promising). She was amenable to the idea.

So we'll see how it goes... I think it would be very beneficial, and hope things work out that I can manage to afford it. The chance for her to 'escape' from her life and be able to work on herself and her issues in a therapeutic setting would be a wonderful opportunity.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Teen Logic

Shandy has been turning into quite a handful of a teenager lately. She's 15, thinking she's going on about 23, I would suppose.

Last night, she informed me which high school she will be attending next year. Period, end of story. Her best friend will be attending this school, which is what precipitated this whole thing.

My objections to her attending this high school are:

  1. It is 40+ minutes from our house.... with no traffic. And that's rare.
  2. She is counting on my brother giving her his old car (if and when he buys a new one sometime in the possible near future).
  3. She is going to be paying for her car insurance and gas with a future job she is planning on getting after she turns 16.
  4. In the meantime, she wants to get rides with her friend and friend's sister (who would be driving). Their house is currently up for sale, and the family wants to move closer to the other high school.
  5. I have no way of getting her to and from this high school if she doesn't have a ride.

I have now been accused of trying to keep her from her friends and break them apart. (???) "I'm not stupid, you know... I know exactly what you're trying to do!"

Gotta love teen logic.

Monday, February 20, 2006

o/' o/' "Breaking Up Is Hard To Do..." o/' o/'

Ron and I had a long talk this weekend. It looks as if we've both come to an understanding that our relationship isn't going to be a long-term one, at least past a friendship level. Talk about a difficult and emotionally wrenching exchange.

One thing we both came to realize yesterday, though, is that this type of conversation would have never occurred with our former spouses. Communication just didn't happen like this... it was basically non-existent. So it is actually a huge milestone for both of us, relationship-wise, to even be at this place. Being in a happy, working relationship is a good experience for us.

I wish I could take the qualities I really like about Ron and the qualities I really liked from my previous boyfriend and mesh them together into one guy. I'd definitely go for him. :D

So is this stage 1 in an amicable breakup?

Friday, February 17, 2006

American Underdogs

What can I say? Along with 12 bazillion fellow television viewers, I'm really into 'American Idol'. Me, the person who rarely, if ever, watches tv...

Last night, I finally had time to sit down and see this week's shows my kids taped for me. They picked the final 24 contestants, and I was happy to see that my favorite guy made it: Taylor Hicks. [http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/taylor_hicks] The guy is a total hoot to watch!

I think one of the reasons I like Taylor so much is that he's been so successful, regardless of what the 'rules' said an American Idol should be like. He's not young, he's got grey hair, he's not your typical pop-star looking sexy-slinky teeny-bopper kind of contestant. He's just talented, and has got enough personality to fill three other people. :) I like that.

It is a sad reflection on society, though, that Simon didn't want to send him on to the final 24 for the simple reason that he didn't *look* like an 'American Idol'. It's not that he wasn't talented enough. Taylor just wasn't the 'whole package deal' Simon was looking for. Talent and personality just aren't enough in the music business, unfortunately, it seems.

So Taylor is one of the underdogs. I'm gonna vote like crazy for him. And for the other non-traditional Idols that made the final 24. They're truly my American Idols-- those who continued to pursue their dreams, despite people telling them that they weren't good enough, pretty enough, just not *enough*... and yet they doggedly continued on the path to success.

Regardless of the outcome of the competition, those are the folks who really have what counts in this life. I hope that they realize it, and aren't too crushed when they're voted off by the superficial viewing public.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

That's What Friends Are For

I just returned from a special luncheon hosted by my company for all employees who have hit their 5 and 10 year anniversaries with the organization. I reached my 5 year mark last September. It was a very strange moment for me, realizing that I had actually worked at a single job for 5 years running... the only one that has ever lasted longer is that of "mom". :)

So after the luncheon, they provide us with some entertainment-- two local singers-- and it is *really* cheesy. Joseph, a friend from another department, is sitting a few places down the table. He starts quietly laughing. And I mean laughing-- tears running out of the corners of his eyes, face is red, whole body shaking. I can't politely look at the singers without also looking at Joseph.

I start laughing silently, too. This is bad. My manager is sitting next to me... the one who only recently started liking me (after trying to get me fired 3 years ago). Joseph can't control himself. He's wiping his eyes with the cloth napkin and trying to hide under it as best he can. About 3 more people are in the same situation I am, and we're all looking like some sort of freak show from the contorted faces we're making to keep from bursting out laughing. Oh, the humanity! The performance is beyond cheesy! I'm acutely aware of my manager's presence behind me, and I'm desperately trying to gain control of myself. Quickly.

Joseph finally gets back to as normal as Joseph gets when the music and show become a little more sane. Then, near the end of the show, they sing one of their songs they've written:

(chorus)
Have you ever felt that natural high
When you get up and exercise
You feel those endorphins rise
It just hits you between the eyes

And Joseph loses it again. So do I, along with about 4 others around him. By this time, though, my manager is doodling on the luncheon program. Okay, so maybe I won't be thought of *too* badly for this breach of etiquette...

The husband/wife duo finishes with a long compilation of "Les Miserables" songs, thanks the audience for the opportunity to entertain us, and sits down. Everyone cheers (is it because they liked it, or because they were happy that they were finished?). Then the director of Human Resources gets up and announces....

"It looks like we have time for one more song!"

Joseph visibly slides down in his seat. They come back up to sing. This time, it's a country song they've written. I can't even remember the lyrics, because about a minute into it, I look over at Joseph-- he's taken some of the chocolate frosting from off his cake, blacked out one of his front teeth, and is smiling at all us table cohorts.

Not only can I not keep from laughing silently this time, I start coughing on top of it.

I swear I'm gonna kill him next time I see him.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Worth the "Weight"

Last night, Ron and I tried to get in a fancy Italian restaurant without a reservation. They attempted to turn us down very nicely at the door, but I countered that someone might call and cancel their reservation. "Well, ma'am... it's not likely tonight, it being Valentine's Day..." We said we'd wait. And about 5 minutes later, we were seated.

They had a specialized menu for the evening-- a five course meal for two for $60. We were served:
  • Freshly baked herb bread (which we dipped in olive oil and basalmic vinegar, of course)
  • A bottle of Martenelli's Sparkling Apple Cider
  • A full appetizer plate that included fried mozzarella sticks, zucchini somethings, and prosciutto
  • Not-from-a-can tomato basil soup
  • Caesar salad
  • Your choice of entree: prime rib, chicken, or salmon (all Italian style, of course)
  • Dessert plate with 4 different delights on it

I swear, I gained 10 pounds last night. It was the best dinner I've ever had, hands down. There was even a live accordian player walking around the restaurant. Very romantic!

In other news, I went for a follow-up visit with my opthamologist yesterday. He infomed me that I was a "borderline at best" candidate for lasik. So it looks like I'll be heading to see my sister's eye surgeon to get a second opinion as to whether or not I can ditch glasses/contacts for good. I figure if her eyes were worse than mine, and she's seeing 20/20 now, he most likely will be able to help me!

I got to thinking a lot last year after Katrina hit. There were so many people that were in dire straights because they didn't have the medicine they needed, or other medical necessities to be able to function in their daily lives. It made me realize that if there were any type of a disaster, and I were to have my glasses broken, or contacts lost, I would be functionally blind. I would not be able to take care of my family. And that is a sobering thought.

So I had a choice to make: do I pay off an attorney bill, or do I pay for eye surgery? After much careful consideration, I opted for eye surgery. Now I just need to find a surgeon that can actually work on someone who has eyes as bad as mine. Cross your fingers!

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Happy Valentine's Day!

I hope everyone has a sweetheart to dote upon today. It makes Valentine's much more enjoyable, in my opinion. Shandy told me last night that she thinks today should be renamed "Singles Awareness Day", as she and her friends don't have boyfriends/girlfriends right now, and that they shouldn't be forgotten. She said at least in elementary school, everyone got candy and valentines.

I have a sweetheart this year. I'm currently dating Ron, a Very Nice Guy. He treats me like a queen, which is a completely new experience for me. I will have to admit that being doted upon is, well... rather nice. Other guys have been good to me, but he's *WAY* into me. He thinks the sun rises and sets upon me.

So he's really, really, really nice... but I'm not head over heels for this guy. I mean, I know you don't have to be all goo-goo eyes for someone to have a great relationship with them (and we have a pretty darn good relationship), but it feels like something is missing to me. With my last serious boyfriend, there was that spark-- the special something that seems to be missing between Ron and me. I think Ron feels that way towards me, but I'm just not feeling it back. We've been dating exclusively for 4 months now, and it's just not a-comin'.

I don't know what to do... he treats me and my girls like gold. He helps me with household chores and "honey-do's", attends my girls' soccer games, and is always there when I need someone to be there for me. He wants to marry me, but he knows I just don't want to go there right now (and he's willing to wait as long as it takes).

It's kind of ironic-- my last boyfriend broke things off with me after 8 months of exclusive dating, telling me that he just wasn't ready for a serious relationship (???) and that he just wanted to be friends. I couldn't do that-- I was way too in love with him-- and have completely cut all ties with him. Now, I'm feeling like I'm in the same situation, only reversed. I'd like to be 'just friends' with Ron (at least for awhile, until I get my feelings about this situation sorted out), but I think it would be way too hard for him because he's so in love with me.

Love is too complicated. I keep asking my best friend Carol across the street, "Please remind me why is it I wanted to start dating again?"

Monday, February 13, 2006

Don't even ask me why...

I don't have enough time in the day to do half the things I should, let alone half the things I need to do. So why on earth am I starting a blog...?

Have you ever heard of the old Chinese curse, "May you lead an interesting life"? Well, I think I lead a very interesting life. Not that I necessarily *want* to, mind you, but it just seems to happen that way. Co-workers are always stopping me to find out the latest 'episode' in the saga of what constitutes my soap-opera life.

One of these days, I'd like to settle down and have a nice, boring life for a change.